This is a song about "Bitches guns and money"

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Who know this be the life that i really live

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

You shook my world and it felt apart

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,